As An Youhe scrolled through the pictures, her pupils dilated, and she discovered the key point.
With her cheeks puffed out in anger, she said, "You, you're lying! This picture is photoshopped! The door in the back is crooked!"
The driver was speechless.
"Well, although the picture isn't real, everything I said came from the bottom of my heart."
The girl angrily turned her head to the side: "Anyway, Ye Zhou is definitely not that kind of person, I believe him."
...
After parking his bicycle, Ye Zhou was about to take out his keys to open the door when he found that the door was already open.
Push open the rusty iron gate.
The sounds of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen.
Zhou Ping, wearing an apron, was busy at her waist, scrubbing the sink and cutting board until they shone, and was now organizing the cabinets.
"Mom, why are you back so soon?"
Ye Zhou remembered that there were still two days left before the tour ended.
"There was a slight mishap with the tour group midway through, so we had to come back early."
"What accident?"
"It seems to be a company dispute."
"oh oh."
Ye Zhou looked around. "Why isn't my dad home?"
"He went to work."
Zhou Ping opened the refrigerator and saw that most of the things she had put in before leaving were still there. Apart from a few tomatoes and eggs being missing, almost nothing had changed.
"Didn't you listen to me and eat properly at home? What have you been doing all this time?"
After waiting for a while without any response, Zhou Ping turned around, but Ye Zhou was already gone.
...
On the highway, a boy sped along on his bicycle...
Today is the day Ye Fan died in his previous life.
Ye Zhou's original plan was perfect: the two of them could travel together to relax and also avoid the time of his father's death.
But now some unexpected accident has occurred, and both of them have returned ahead of schedule!
Dad absolutely cannot die.
If he were to be reborn and still fail to save Ye Fan, then everything he did would be meaningless.
When we were almost at the residential area.
The sirens of the police cars wailed incessantly...
The area has been cordoned off...
Ye Zhou got off the car and threw the bicycle to the side of the road.
My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, numbly leading me in that direction.
A large crowd had gathered around, including police officers with walkie-talkies and others with loudspeakers to maintain order.
"The police are investigating a case. Everyone, please stay away from the scene and do not approach the police cordon!"
Everything, from the scenes to the dialogue, is exactly the same as in my past life…
The immense sense of loss that arose in the boy's heart felt like his heart had been ripped out.
Pain, numbness, and grief, but above all, a strong sense of anger.
A powerless anger that feels like there's nothing you can do.
He saw the migrant worker again, being escorted by two policemen, his hands behind his back, being led towards the police car.
It was a simple, honest face, with a dark complexion.
He looks honest and simple.
However, they committed an irreparable crime.
Even if it was a mistake, it still resulted in the death of an innocent person!
Ye Zhou felt that these people all deserved to die.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a saturation of redness, even though he knew that throwing a punch in front of the police was an extremely irrational act.
But what reason do you want him to have?
He still rushed over and punched the murderer.
The punch missed the criminal; he was pulled away by several police officers.
"What's going on? This student, I told you to stay away from the cordon, why did you come in?"
"This man killed my dad!" Ye Zhou shouted wildly.
The two police officers immediately realized the situation, and the suspect, looking dazed, was quickly shoved into the car.
"Is that security guard your father?"
"right!"
The police officer patiently said, "Young man, don't get too excited. You can go inside the cordon and take a look now."
Ye Zhou lifted the familiar police tape and entered the scene.
The familiar figure lay motionless on the white stretcher.
Standing next to Ye Fan was Jiang Jiayan's father, Jiang Zhongtian, who was carefully wiping the stains on the corner of his clothes with a silk handkerchief.
This scene is all too familiar.
Ye Zhou walked up and looked at the familiar body on the stretcher.
Ye Fan's eyes were closed, his right hand pressed against his chest, where the fruit knife, stained with red blood, was stuck.
The murder weapon.
"Thump!—"
Ye Zhou knelt down, kneeling beside the stretcher.
A hand roughly touched Ye Fan's handsome profile.
In fact, Ye Zhou's good looks largely come from his father.
Under the blazing sun, my skin felt hot.
Why not put it in a cool place? Putting it in the sun will only speed up the decomposition of the body!
Achoo!
Ye Zhou was so frightened that he trembled and quickly withdrew his hand.
The person on the stretcher slowly woke up and even smacked their lips.
"Son, what brings you here?"
Ye Zhou was shocked: "Dad, you're still alive?"
Is it a resurrection? Or a final burst of energy before death?
Ye Fan followed his son's gaze and then released his hand.
The fruit knife was still firmly embedded in his chest.
Ye Zhou: "!!!!!!!"
Ye Fan sighed: "Son, help your dad pull the knife out."
My dad's voice was full of energy.
Seeing that his son didn't react and seemed to be in a daze, Ye Fan had no choice but to use his left hand to pull out the fruit knife.
Then, he took out a thick book from his left breast pocket.
"Electrician's Handbook!"
The thick book was punctured in half, revealing a large hole.
Ye Fan flipped through a few pages, sighed, and said, "What a good book, ruined by this! Oh well!"
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